Tian Yu's heart suddenly surged with excitement.
However, upon recalling the mission conditions, he hesitated slightly.
The prerequisites for this task were undeniably severe.
The Sharingan—what exactly is that?
It's the coveted kekkei genkai eyed by Orochimaru, Danzo, and many others with twisted ambitions.
And tonight... tonight is the infamous Night of the Uchiha Massacre.
By sunrise, the number of people in the world who possess the Sharingan will be reduced to fewer than can be counted on one hand.
With the exception of Sasuke Uchiha, who has yet to awaken his Sharingan, the rest are elite-level shinobi. The odds of obtaining a Sharingan are as slim as touching the sky.
This means—his only chance is tonight!
Tian Yu looked at the concealment mask in his palm.
A bold and daring idea suddenly bloomed in his heart.
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Chapter 32: The Night of the Massacre
A full moon loomed in the silent sky.
In the stillness of night, not even the chirp of an insect could be heard.
The Uchiha clan's district was vast, located on the far edge of Konoha Village.
Following the death of Senju Hashirama, the Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama, assumed power. Harboring deep distrust for the Uchiha clan, Tobirama subtly and overtly suppressed them.
Tobirama wasn't just an exceptional developer of advanced ninjutsu—
His cunning in political maneuvering and strategic manipulation was equally terrifying.
After Madara Uchiha's departure from the village,
Tobirama implemented a string of new policies.
He placed the Uchiha in charge of the Konoha Military Police Force—
It appeared to be a position of responsibility, but in truth, it effectively sidelined them from the village's political core.
From that point on, the Uchiha clan was relocated,
Moving from the central districts to the outskirts of the village.
Thus, when the night of the massacre arrived, it wasn't difficult for Konoha's upper brass to quietly cover up the event.
At this moment, in the forest near the Uchiha district,
Shimura Danzo stood with his most trusted Root operatives, hidden in the shadows, watching the clan's movements closely.
Beside him stood a figure draped in a dark cloak—
Uchiha Itachi.
His gaze swept over the emotionless operatives hidden among the trees.
Each one seemed more tool than human.
Emotionless. Cold. Indifferent. Killing machines, honed by years of training.
"Can such people still be called human?" Itachi pondered in silence.
He understood.
These shinobi weren't born like this—
They were shaped by Danzo's ruthless training…
And by the terrifying binding power of the Cursed Tongue Eradication Seal—
If any of them spoke a word of Danzo's secrets, their body would paralyze instantly.
That was the dreadful nature of Danzo's methods.
Uchiha Itachi bowed slightly and spoke:
"Lord Danzo. I've arrived."
Danzo stared at him with calculating eyes for a long moment before nodding. "Go. Leave the rest to me."
He smirked.
"Don't get any foolish ideas. Your younger brother is still under our supervision. You wouldn't want anything... unfortunate to happen to him."
"…Understood," Itachi replied flatly. Without another word, he turned and walked calmly toward the Uchiha compound.
His stride was steady. Neither fast nor slow.
Yet it carried a deadly aura.
As Itachi disappeared into the clan grounds, Danzo extended his right arm and signaled.
Instantly, hundreds of Root shinobi lurking around the perimeter sprang into action, dispersing into strategic positions.
With swift hand signs, their chakra flared softly,
A massive barrier began to take form—nodes connected invisibly, enclosing the entire Uchiha district in a chakra net.
"The Uchiha are inside the barrier," one whispered.
Danzo's face twisted into a satisfied grin.
"Tonight, the Uchiha will be erased from Konoha."
He muttered gleefully,
"And I wonder how many Sharingan I can harvest…"
"That fool Sarutobi is always worrying about his public image. He handed this 'dirty work' to me... what a joke."
Danzo laughed quietly to himself.
"Hmph... I'm the one who should be Hokage.
After tonight, once I have the Sharingan...
That seat belongs to me."
He was so intoxicated by his own scheme—
He didn't notice the faintest flicker of space-time chakra nearby.
There, completely undetected—
Tian Yu stood beside Danzo, hidden behind his mask.
Listening to every word with chilling clarity.
A cold light flickered in his eyes as he thought:
I don't laugh often. Only when I absolutely can't help it…
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Chapter 33: The True Might of the Kaleidoscope
Inside the Uchiha compound—
"Itachi! What kind of attitude is that?! You skipped tonight's clan meeting!"
As soon as Itachi stepped foot onto Uchiha grounds, a dozen clan guards intercepted him.
They eyed him with hostility and suspicion.
"You may be part of the Anbu, but don't forget your roots. You carry the Uchiha name!"
"Heh, you've grown used to being Konoha's lapdog, haven't you? Forgotten what clan you're from?"
Due to his constant absence from clan matters and his position in Anbu,
Many Uchiha had already viewed him as a traitor—
Even though he was the son of the clan head,
The eldest heir of the Uchiha.
Normally, he would've ignored them. But tonight—
Tonight, something was different.
His aura… was terrifying.
"…The Uchiha name," Itachi muttered softly.
And then—
His eyes snapped open.
The three tomoe of the Sharingan spun rapidly.
"Then from tonight onward, the Uchiha name will take on a new meaning."
In the blink of an eye—
The guards' expressions twisted from arrogance to confusion… to dread.
Their minds clouded over. One by one, they froze in place.
Genjutsu.
Itachi had trapped them all in an illusion with but a glance.
That was the extent of his prowess—
Even without Mangekyō, his genjutsu mastery was already terrifying.
Even among other Uchiha with three-tomoe Sharingan,
None could match his level of control.
Pfft—! Pfft—!
With effortless movements,
His kunai slashed through throats one after another.
Within seconds,
Over a dozen Uchiha fell, lifeless on the ground.
For Uchiha Itachi—
This was merely the beginning of a long, bloody night.
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Chapter 34: Blood Moon and Mangekyō
The massacre was now fully underway.
In the Uchiha compound, the hierarchy of ocular power was clear:
A higher-stage Sharingan could dominate those with lesser forms.
Uchiha Itachi, already awakened to the Mangekyō Sharingan,
Unleashed his might, cutting through the clan with ruthless efficiency.
But as the sounds of battle grew louder—
The Uchiha Military Police Force finally noticed.
"Itachi?! What the hell are you doing?!"
"You've turned your blade on your own people! Traitor!"
"Kill him!"
The Uchiha Police Force—Konoha's elite enforcers—were no ordinary shinobi.
Most had awakened three-tomoe Sharingan.
Many were seasoned jonin.
If they attacked in unison,
Even Itachi with his Mangekyō would find it difficult to handle them all at once.
But just as they lunged at him—
The space before them twisted and distorted.
From the spiraling void stepped a masked man.
Uchiha Obito.
They barely had time to register his presence before they saw it—
A single, swirling eye.
The Mangekyō Sharingan.
Then came the laughter.
A bone-chilling cackle that seemed to echo from another world.